Billie the trainer sub slut

Our local college Basketball team made the state finals Tournament.

Its up to a 5 night trip depending on how the team does.

I’m their bus driver. I am Bi but like girls most of the time. There is one type boy I like.

Billie is that type. I have been watching him since the beginning of the season. Billie plays basketball but is to short to play at a league level. About 5 foot 2 very slim but fit, blond hair and fair skin.

Not trying to creep him out but you would by amazed how many times we ended up at the urinals at the same time this season. No joy though, Billie turns to prevent peeping while peeing. I don’t but I don’t think he looked.

We arrived late the first night as our first game was in the morning. The boys won and advanced to the next level.

After the game the boys had free time from just after lunch until 10 pm curfew.

I took the time go down to the local porn arcade and theater. This is the type I like, booths with glory holes, little theaters with sofas watching straight or gay porn. Of course a little dark open floor area at the back for the bashful to have sex.

I headed direct into the straight porn area to start, but no sluts here today.

OK, get a blow job or even take it up the ass if I found someone I liked. Over to the gay side.

That’s when I discovered Billie’s secret. I didn’t recognize him at first The super tight red shorts and “painted on” white t shirt made him look like a disco dude from the 70s. But man that bod is tight!

As I looked up from the largish bulge in his shorts I realized he was wearing a collar and leash. The horrified look on his face as I recognized him and he me was one of those lovely moments I will cherish always.

It took me a few moments to recognize the symbolism of the collar and leash. That little time had Billie backing away from me and shaking his head.

I took two quick steps and grabbed the loose end of the leash. He stopped and said “no” quietly while continuing to shake his head slightly.

I led him gently back into the dark area and pushed him back into the corner. Hopefully no one would see what we were doing.

I leaned over and spoke directly into his ear. “Billie, do you understand how badly this could go? The police find your body in some dumpster, raped and gutted?”

He nodded.

“Who’s your safety person?”

“I don’t have one” He said just loudly enough for me to hear him.

“Fuck….. OK Billie, take off the collar and get back to the hotel,.